Experimentation.

The closest village to Cuanne's hermitage was a tiny place, most aptly described as three huts and a pig.

It wasn't literally true, but it got the scale across. Some dozen houses acting as a checkpoint between two more significant locations. Cuanne didn't even know the name of the place, I honestly doubted it had a name worth remembering. She didn't stop me when I told her I was going on a late walk, the only thing she said was that 'I didn't need to worry about the wolves.'

Indeed, the only predator who walked this night was me. I knew it to be true, my senses told me so. With focus, my nose was so keen I could smell the soap on a woman from a thousand paces. My ears so sharp that I could catch the frantic coupling of a youthful pair, so carefully hidden away. And with my eyes, my perception twinned, I could see the faraway houses as if it were broad daylight and I was only a couple feet away.

I could also see within the houses, the lives of men and women moving about in their abodes. With all my sense combined, I could divine the person behind the aura; Man or woman, young or old.

I perched upon a rock, overlooking the hamlet, and selected my first test subjects. The order didn’t matter much, I fully intended to take all I could. Though, judging by the glow of auras, I doubted it would serve as much more than a snack.

With my vision I chose a house where two people lay sleeping; a husband and a wife. With my vision, it was easy to choose my moment. I stopped in front of their door and slid my daggertalon into the lock, heating the metal. Then I twisted and watched the metal deform, as it were a paste.

The door opened easily after, the lock giving way after a single vigerous shove.

It was a tiny little house, a room-and-a-half, with all amenities condensed into a single room that took up most of the space. The couple slept on a hay-filled frame, with hide blankets to cover them.

I knelt beside the husband and covered his mouth with my hand. He came awake after a moment and froze when he saw me with my daggertalon raised.

"Let's save some time, shall we?" I smiled, my crimson eye reflected in my victims. "I am a demon, here to make you an offer. How would like for your wife to be perfectly pliant and obedient? How would you like her to fulfill your darkest fantasies?

His eyes went hard and he bit my hand, struggling against me, but it was paltry thing compared to Cuanne's savage fangs.

Wifey woke from the struggling and I flicked my tail fowards and Willed it to shift. The end split into four, grasping teeth showing on the inside, and covered her mouth. Her lips were **** open and I started pumping the pseudocum down her throat.

She sputtered as she fell into a trance, strings of black pouring from her nose. I stopped pumping and pulled my tail away, transforming it back. She vomited the pseudocum out, her eyes glazed and her cheeks covered by a myriad of bloody dots.

The husband continued his useless struggles, both hands clasped against my one. "You know, I've defined myself by my defiance and I found it charming in Cuanne. But, in you?" I leaned in. "Defiance without strength is very ugly thing."

Then I dragged my Daggertalon across his throat, leaving his head hanging by threads.

I turned to Wifey and looked her over. She was decidedly average, medium height and medium build, with light brown hair and light brown eyes and a face that was neither beautiful nor memorable. Save for it's frozen expression.

For my first test, I wanted to see how much I could change in the weak-willed. I knew someone like Cuanne, or the Warmaiden, could resist or shake off a command, but I wasn't sure of the limits when the target had no power to resist me.

So, I stuffed her with my cock and drained everything but her life. "You will forget everything, except how to pleasure a man. You lose all memories of who you are, and why. You will forget everything, how to talk, how to walk, how to eat. You will know only how to suck a cock, How to please using your hands and mouth and tits. You will never retain anything other than sex, ever, for all the rest of your days."

Her empty eyes slowly widened as my words dove into her concious mind and destroyed her. She came out of the trance and began to convulse, wordless noises falling from her. Her eyes tried to focus on me, losing their light as a fog overtook her.

She gave weak little cries of horror, wordless and filled with despair. But even that faded as the cries took on an innocence. Eventually, she started rocking her hips with an expression of childish glee, never looking at the corpse of her husband.

The last little vestige of humanity felt like it should be horrified. That tiny speck tried to summon guilt in me, but the demon felt only joy.

The next house I visited was much the same, with my test being somewhat opposite. I could instill a desire to learn, but I couldn't make knowledge appear in their head. I made her a sex educator, to improve the overall technique within the hamlet and promote a more long-term corruption.

The third house held a man more amenable to my terms, so I set him as the minder of the Innocent, and made him mayor with the understanding that his harem was on loan. My experminent with his wife, a woman in her mid-forties, and his daughter, was an interesting one.

I couldn't make a woman sprout wings, no matter how I commanded her to fly. The best I could acheive was to have her throw herself from a rooftop.

I could, however, **** her to bleed, regardless of her cycle or her age. It seemed like the limit was what a body was actually capable of doing.

I could make them see me as a human, I could make them see things that didn't exist. I could make them love, hate, laugh, and rage. Within the mind I found no limits, save my imagination.